Finally, only Ye Wanwan and Si Yehan were left in the living room.
Ye Wanwan sat down on the sofa.
The man took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. He straightened his cuffs before walking toward the girl. "What do you want to drink?"
Ye Wanwan studied his calm face and clicked her tongue in wonder, propping her chin on her hand. "It's been so long since we've seen each other; shouldn't this be a dance of heaven's lightning and earth's
"If you want." I can accommodate.
Ye Wanwan's expression darkened, and she lost interest in keeping up this pretense and placed down her hand, leaning back on the sofa. She frankly asked, "Why did you replace my memory?"
Si Yehan's face imperceptibly started.
It appeared she really did find out…
"You know," Si Yehan said.
